Chapter 2
Chapter 2 — 5 Years Love, A Joke
2The more I watch, the more I see that my ten years with Pho Than were nothing more than a joke. After being together for ten years, he has never given me a gift, not even a dollar in transfer. "In the future, what's mine is yours, there's no point in transferring it back and forth now." But now, he's waving his hand for millions. Every time I go out to eat, he always sits there like a king, waiting for me to finish preparing before using his chopsticks. Every time he took a photo, without exception - he refused every time. However, Ta Van Nhu easily got all the things I wanted. You don't even need to put in any effort. My eyes blurred, I still couldn't help but let the tears fall. "Ding dong" - the doorbell rang. Just as he opened the door, it was the delivery man: "Hello, I'm here to deliver wedding photos." "I've never taken wedding photos." "No way, this is Mr. Pho Than's house, right?" I nodded, he repeatedly affirmed that he did not deliver by mistake. Then he brought in a pile of large and small bales one by one. Waiting for someone to leave, the moment I tremblingly opened the carton, my heart and hand also trembled. In the wedding photo are Pho Than and Ta Van Nhu. Eight dresses, eight scenes, Pho Than and her changed countless times, with a dazzling smile on his face that he had never shown to me. Those photos were like needles, piercing straight into my heart. Looking up, I saw Pho Than holding Ta Van Nhu standing at the door. "Help me, she's drunk." He ordered me into a habit, seemingly forgetting the heated argument at the company that afternoon. I didn't move, pointing to the pile of trash behind me. "Give me five minutes, clean up all this trash." "Including this." I pointed straight at Ta Van Nhu, my face red from drunkenness, warmly nestled into Pho Than's chest. "You don't need to talk so harshly." "This wedding photo was taken for Tieu Ta's mother, before she died, she wanted to see her daughter get married." "It's just a matter of making old people happy, what do you care about." Ta Van Nhu Nodding tearfully: "I just want my mother to die peacefully." "The address I filled in was my home, I don't know why it was sent to the Deputy President's house." "Don't be angry, it has nothing to do with the Deputy President..." She sobbed as she spoke, her tone always full of resentment, making me look like a troublemaker, deliberately trying to find fault. "A 985 graduate student who even filled in his home address incorrectly?" "Is it all water in your head?" "Okay, If you're sorry you can't destroy it, then let me do it." I turned around, grabbed scissors and cut up the wedding poster and photo album. I held up the photo frames and table, smashed them to pieces, then used scissors to tear each photo into pieces. "Don't!" "An Hinh, I can take these things away!" Ta Van Nhu rushed to stop her with her bare hands, and the scissors immediately tore her hand. The shrill scream made the alcohol in Pho Than's body immediately disappear. He angrily rushed over and pushed me hard. I couldn't stand, I fell backwards, my palm was deeply pierced by broken glass. "An Hinh, aren't you enough?" "If you break a little, cause trouble, hurt others, are you still a woman?" "Tieu Ta's mother just passed away, I'm also the one who lost my mother, don't you know how to put yourself in someone else's position and be a little more generous with her?" A sentence from Pho Than, pierced straight into my heart. My mother's death was the biggest wound in my life. At that time, Pho Than and I were still studying abroad and were blocked at the same time, unable to return home to mourn. I can only say goodbye to my mother through the screen. To this day, I often wake up in the middle of the night, crying in my dreams. Yet at this moment, he brings up that fatal wound, just to defend Ta Van Nhu. Pho Than didn't bother to look back, just hugged her and left. I looked down at my bloody hand
The bitterness in my heart filled up little by little. "Mom, the man you chose... turned out to be just a bad guy." "I don't need it anymore."